The Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts ‎#III.18

III.18. Hymn 18

Jesus! we bow before thy feet;
Thy table is divinely stored;
Thy sacred flesh our souls have eat,
'Tis living bread; we thank thee, Lord!

And here we drink our Savior's blood;
We thank thee, Lord, 'tis gen'rous wine
Mingled with love; the fountain flowed
From that dear bleeding heart of thine.

On earth is no such sweetness found,
For the Lamb's flesh is heav'nly food;
In vain we search the globe around
For bread so fine, or wine so good.

Carnal provisions can at best
But cheer the heart, or warm the head;
But the rich cordial that we taste
Gives life eternal to the dead.

Joy to the Master of the feast;
His name our souls for ever bless;
To God the King, and God the Priest,
A loud hosannah round the place.

Text Information

• First Line: Jesus! we bow before thy feet
• Title: Hymn 18
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1806

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